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Mother’s fiercest warriors. They never talk about the time we invited them to a fight, and they declined to show. They think we sacrificed ourselves in some noble death-charge, rather than going in alone because the Get were too lazy to help.

Like the Black Furies, the Get are a reflection of us, only twisted in a different way. They have the monstrous strength and tremendous fighting spirit of the White Howlers, and the crazy fuckass wolf-spirits and thralls of Fenris at their backs, painting them a legacy of invinci­ bility borne out through war. They like to think they’re unstoppable, and every year sees another Get dickhead slinging a Spiral pelt over his back, but they aren’t telling the whole story, the story of how they helped make us and set us free. How every year we get bigger, badder, and worse. Now there’s more than a few of us stalking whole packs alone, going Grendel on those motherfuckers. And they ain’t got no Beowulf to save them. Beowulf walked the Spiral a long time ago.

Rage

wrapped in fur, any foolish Black Spiral would think the easiest way to lure a Get into the Black Laby­ rinth is through her inner fire. Many of us have tried that route, and just as many have been ripped to shreds. The Get of Fenris are masters of their Rage.

The Get have made many enemies throughout the Garou Nation. Few trust them entirely, and most do not like the brutal outlook the Get have towards life. The Get may control their Rage, but they have to prove it over and over again to gain an inch of trust from others, and that’s infuriating. The Garou stand on their pedes­ tals, looking down on the Get for every slip. That, of course, only encourages more anger and more slips until the Get becomes the slavering beast of war the Nation believes him to be. And then it’s the Garou who get torn to shreds, not us, making it all the better.